When Awaiting For The Lovedones.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am warm, hot and cold,
I am brisk, weak and dull,
Sometimes I fly,
While I stand on the ground,
after opening the inbox,
Sometimes I see the lights,
That can blind my eyes and mind,
Once in a while I am awake,
From the dreams of night mare,
I sweat a lot after a imaginary fever,
I can’t sit in a place,
Always looking for someone,
Who are nearer to my heart,
I feel like I am well, but I am ill,
With pulsing and yearning,
In a full swing, I am not ill,
But I am well,
Though my symptoms are,
Very different..